Hush-a-bye, baby,

in the tree top.
When the wind blows,

the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,

the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,

cradle and all.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
Your cradle is green,
Daddy's a king,
And Mommy's a queen;
Sister's a lady
Who wears a gold ring;
Brother's a drummer
Who plays for the king.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
Way up on high,
Never mind, baby,
Mommy is nigh,
Swinging the baby
All around --
Hush-a-bye, baby,
Up hill and down.